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ln Oz, you have to be ready
to defend yourself

at any given moment.

Chances are the person
coming at you has a weapon,

so you've got
to have one too.

You've got to be ready
to kill your enemies,

or at least slow them down.

You told me
if l let you out of solitary,

you'd snitch on the other
prisoners, be my informant.

Well, you haven't told me
anything l don't already know.

Morales won't let me back into
El Norte unless l kill Redding.

Then you're fucked,
Alvarez, and no use to me.

Hell, l might as well send you
back to solitary right now.

Wait a second.
He tells me to grease somebody, right?

There's conspiracy, man.

l convict Morales
on a conspiracy charge,

so what?

He's still in Oz,
still running drugs.

Give me a couple days,
l'll try to figure out

some other way to get
in his good graces.

Just a couple of fucking days.

Miguel, Miguel,
where you been?

l was kissing
the warden's ass.

That's funny.

Not as funny as
you think.

You know he wants me
to rat on you.

Says if l don't give him any inside info
on drugs and shit

l'm gonna be playing
solitary again.

So l've been thinking.

You know,
maybe l could be like,

a double agent, right?

l just give him the information that you
want him to have, you know.

- That's a brilliant idea.
- Think so?

Except for the fact
that there ain't no information

l want Glynn to have.

Misinformation?

You tell him stuff
that turns out not to be true,

how long's he gonna
trust you?

No, my friend,

if l were you--
and l'm glad l'm not--

l'd prepare myself
for the inevitable--

spending the next 50 years
all by your lonesome.

What's up?
What you want, Alvarez?

l want to talk
to your boss.

We got no business with you.

Morales wants you dead, man.

That ain't no headline.

He's ordered me
to do the deed.

l see.

l don't want to have to spill any more
blood that l already done, man.

l still don't see
what it is you want.

l want to help you
take out Morales.

You're playing
a dangerous game, son,

betraying your own skin.

They betrayed me first, man.

No doubt,

but the trouble with getting in
bed with a traitor

is you never know when
he might betray you.

l appreciate your offer,
but we're gonna have to decline.

Decline.

What you talking
to Redding for?

l asked to borrow
some detergent.

Yeah?

Well, we haven't forgotten that
you shanked Carlo Ricardo.

So?

When Chico Guerra gets out
of the hospital,

he and me
are gonna fuck you up.

Why wait till he gets out,
chickenshit?

Come on, baby.
l ain't got nothing, man.

Nothing to lose,
nothing to gain.

Let's do this, puto.

Now this shank,

which we call
the Gillette bayonette,

was not designed to pierce,
but to slice.

The blade of a disposable razor

is extracted
from its plastic casing,

and then attached
to a pen or a pencil.

Only the danger
with this sucker is...

Ah!

You end up cutting yourself.

Busmalis is in solitary
confinement, Norma.

Why?

ln order to get
permission to marry you,

Busmalis promised the warden
he wouldn't dig anymore tunnels.

Only he'd already started
a tunnel.

When he tried to fill it up,

well, all hell broke loose.

How long will Agamemnon
be isolated?

Hard to say.

Let me see what l can do
on my end.

Thank you, Mr. Rebadow.
l miss Agamemnon so much.

Yes.

l miss him too.

So the truth is,

Busmalis started digging that tunnel
before he agreed not to.

lt's a lovely story, Rebadow.
And why should l believe you?

Because you know me, Warden.

l've been in Oz
for 35 years.

l've seen murders, riots,

had a hundred different
cell-mates.

Not once have l stepped up on
another person's behalf.

l've survived
by being uninvolved.

Busmalis deserves better.

Okay.

But no more goddamned
tunnels!

l don't know how
you got me out

or how l'll
ever repay you.

Nonsense.
l owed you.

Busmalis,

no more tunnels.

Absolutely.

ln solitary l had time to think
about my obsession with digging.

Tunnels are nothing
but extended graves.

But l'm not dead.
Far from it.

Because of Norma
you have every reason to live.

l'm gonna go call Norma.

Now the Wygert Corporation
has developed a pill

which causes the body to age
at a faster pace than normal.

So we give this drug
to a prisoner,

he ages the number of years
that he was supposed to have served,

and then we let him go.

But that whole fucking process

invalidates the whole purpose
of our jobs.

Tim's right. You take a killer of 20
who's in for 20,

you give him the pill,

bingo, he's 40 but he's still
a cold-blooded murderer.

This drug doesn't
factor in rehabilitation.

This drug is the ultimate
admission of our failure.

lt says that we can't
redeem these men

and we shouldn't even try.

We've gotta pull the plug
on this project now.

Leave it to you, Tim,
to turn a personal disagreement

between us into some
self-righteous crusade.

He's making speeches because he didn't
want the O'Reily brothers included.

Regardless, he's brought up
some valid points.

- Peter Marie...
- l'm sorry, he has.

Valid points?

Which of you can stand up
and claim,

that you've actually turned
one of these fucks around?

All we do is move
them through the system.

Bring them in, we lock them up,
we let them out.

At least with this pill we don't get
stabbed in the process.

lf you're so afraid
of the work, Lopresti,

go back to selling used cars.

You see?
Don't be an asshole.

- This isn't just about me.
- Wait a minute, you instigated this.

Enough.

l'll call the commissioner
and express your concerns.

But until he decides
to yank the plug,

the program continues.

Let me ask you
something.

This new drug
that we're testing,

how long do we start
feeling the effects?

Well, as l said before,
it's never been tested on humans,

but the lab rats began to age
in about three days.

lf l get old and wrinkled,

will you still love me?

Next.

Cyril, any complaints?

l have a tummyache.

Come on, sit down.

Okay, take a deep breath.

Count!

Cyril, come on, let's go.

Come on, Cyril, get up.

Holy Mother of Christ.

Ryan,

l don't feel too good.

Be right back.

- Hey, so?
- He's begun to age.

What about me?

Your body might
metabolize slower

or you could be on
the placebo.

Whoa, wait, wait.

The idea was for me and Cyril
to go through this together.

Remember? To get out
of Oz together.

Are you trying
to tell me he's--

he's gonna get old
and l might not?

- Yes.
- No, you stop giving him that drug.

No, l won't.
You both agreed to take it.

Well, now l'm unagreeing.

Look, everything l've done
has fucked up Cyril's life.

l'm not about to sit by
and watch him disintegrate.

- You signed an agreement.
- l don't care.

Well, l do.

Fuck you.

Cyril, put your shirt on.
We're leaving.

We're keeping Cyril here a few
more hours for observation.

Get him out of here.

- You seen my brother's hair?
- Pretty bizarre.

This aging thing is
out of whack, Beecher.

You and me,
we gotta drop out.

We gotta talk to Robson
and Kirk and the others

and we gotta get them
to drop out, too.

What?

This is just like you,
O'Reily.

l gave my word and,
as terrified as l am

about the effects of the drug,
l'm sticking with it.

Fine.
l'll talk to the others myself.

Yeah, well, l don't know
if that's gonna do much good.

Mugs like Robson, Hoyt and Wic,

they're used to playing Russian
roulette with their lives.

My guess is they're gonna
laugh in your face.

- Feeling good today?
- l'm feeling nervous.

lt's a lot of money.

Well, helping you out
is none other than the host

of the very popular
''Miss Sally's Schoolyard,''

Whitney Allen.
Whitney, welcome.

Dr. Nathan says
l got pubic lice,

tiny little bugs that live
around in my balls.

Shit.

Wow. That's freaky.

His hair turning white.

Yeah, at least that shit
won't happen to us.

Other than the lice,
l feel great.

Thinking maybe l'm one of the
five that got the placebo.

Wic, what are you doing?

Wic?

Jesus fucking Christ!
Murphy!

Murphy!

Get your fucking
ass down here!

Gloria.

Come to gloat, Tim?

No, to apologize.

l mean, you were right
on the money when you said

that l turned our disagreement
into something else.

l'm sure you were acting out
on the best of intentions.

Was l?

My answer to everything that
walks through that door

is pop a pill in his mouth.

l don't even try
to heal people anymore.

l'm a drug dealer.

Well, better that than a...

fuck, l don't even know
what l am anymore,

except tired and hungry.

Good night.

Tim.

Yeah?

That rain check
for dinner?

l'd like to cash it in.

Really?
You sure?

Yeah.

l don't want
to be alone tonight.

Remember when we were little?

Mama would sing to us.

Just try and sleep, Cyril.

l can't remember what song.

Move over.

?? Over in Killarney ??

?? Many years ago ??

?? Me Mother sang ??

?? A song to me ??

?? ln tones so sweet
and low ??

?? Just a simple little ditty ??

?? ln her sweet old
lrish way ??

?? And l've give the world ??

?? lf she could sing ??

?? That song ??

?? To me this day ??

?? Too-ra-loo ??

?? Ra-loo-ral ??

?? Too-ra-loo-ra-li ??

?? Too-ra-loo ??

?? Ra-loo-ral ??

?? Hush now don't you cry ??

?? Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral. ??

And l'm sure we all feel
enormous sense of joy

watching our brother embrace
the ways of lslam,

and so henceforth

he will no longer be known
as Leroy Tidd,

but as Salah Yudin,

which means
honoring the faith.

- Allah al-Akhbar!
- Allah al-Akhbar!

Welcome, my brother.

lmam, there are things
l want to talk to you about,

but l'm afraid.

Well, don't be,
my brother.

From now on, you must feel
free to ask me anything.

Even about Adebisi?

He was a bad man,
but he was my friend.

You plotted to murder him.

No.

His death was never my goal.

l tried to save him.

The son didn't want
to be saved.

He felt he knew
what he needed from life.

After he'd satisfied
all of his appetites,

realized that his desires were empty,
that he had nothing,

the only desire that he had
left was to die.

How do you know that?

You only need to look
into a man's face

to see if his time has come.

Hello, Leroy.

Thought we had a deal.
Thought you were gonna kill Said for us.

- l will.
- When?

He's constantly surrounded
by his crew.

l'm waiting for a moment
when l got him alone.

What's going on?

Said's napping.

You know he suffers
from hypertension, right?

No, l didn't.
You want a break?

l'd be happy
to take over.

l do have to take a leak.

Then relieve thyself.

Okay.

He should be sleeping
another 20 minutes.

l'll be right back.

Something wrong?

lt's all right.
You're safe.

- Oh, God!
- What the fuck?

l'm getting tired
of your boy Redding

waiting to make his move
against Pancamo and Morales.

l don't know why we don't just go up
and ice the motherfuckers right now.

Relax.
Red knows the score.

He'll tell us
when the time is right.

No, that's not who
l think it is, is it?

- Jackson Vahue?
- Yeah, that's him.

Get the fuck out of here.

l heard he was up in here,
man, but you know,

l ain't seen him.

He likes to keep
a low profile.

You know, hey,
l want to meet him.

Yeah, yeah.
Come on, man.

Jackson.
Yo, Jackson.

What's up, man?

All right, all right.
How you doing?

My man Omar White, Vay.
Wanted to meet you.

What's up, man?

l was there that night, man,
when you scored-- what?

48 points on the Bulls, boy.

Poet, what you got in stock?

l thought you was off
the drugs, man.

Yeah, well, that was when
l was trying to win parole.

Now l'm stuck in this shithole
for another seven years.

Get me some tit.

Anything you need, brother.
We'll get that for you.

- Yeah.
- All right.

Keep you happy.
Keep your motor running.

l'm your man, Jackson.

Man, boy,
Jackson Vahue, man.

There l am trying to be all friendly
with this motherfucker,

he's looking at me
like l'm not even there,

like l'm a fucking glass
of water or something.

Man, he got other shit
on his mind, man.

l got this problem.
l just don't impress people.

This ain't no joke, man.

l mean, ever since l was a kid,
l meet people and l just--

for some reason l just don't
leave no impression on them.

What you gonna do, man?

l'll show you what
l'm gonna do.

l'm gonna make these
motherfuckers know this man.

Yo, don't be waving that
shit around, man.

These motherfuckers are gonna
fear me, all right? Watch me.

Watch me.

Hey, get the fuck
out of the way.

McManus.

- McManus.
- Yeah?

Raise his head.

Bleeding like a pig, McManus.
How does it feel, baby?

Oh, fuck!

This particular shank
is called a blunt.

lt's fairly standard.

A prisoner pounds a hunk
of metal working in the shop

and then rubs the metal
against a stone wall.

ln Oz we got plenty
of those.

Shaping it into a blade.

The beauty of this baby is

that it causes as much internal
damage as possible.

Basil, you got a guest.

Who?

Nancy Mears.

That's your mistress?

Sort of.

She's my partner.

While l was under cover
in Em City,

she pretended to be
my girlfriend.

You seem surprised
she's here.

l am.

Up till today
she's refused to see me.

Nancy.

l can't tell you how happy
l am that you've come.

The lieutenant ordered me.

What?

Shumond.
He said l had to come.

Oh. Well,

l'm sorry he forced you.

You got something
to tell me?

l wanted to apologize
for lying to you while l was undercover.

l got so deep inside
Desmond Mobay

that l let the situation
get funky.

Okay.

Bye.

Nancy, that's it?
Okay, bye.

What do you want
from me, John?

Forgiveness?

Look, being a cop sucks.

The people we're supposed
to protect and serve,

they think we're brutal,
indifferent,

insulated and corrupt.

Every day l fight
against that image

and every day a scumbag
like you fucks it up,

so no, John,
l will not forgive you.

But l promise you this:
l'll forget you.

l will forget
you ever existed.

And if Shumond asks,
be sure to tell him l was here.

Hey, you!

l want to play some cards!

Not with you.

When are you gonna accept
the fact that you,

me and Johnny share a bond.

We were all cops.

Cops who, for one reason
or another,

copped out.

l have nothing in
common with you.

l'm a political prisoner
incarcerated by an unjust system.

No, son,

you're nothing but a punk
with bad aim.

And you're a dead man.

That a threat?

lt ain't a valentine.

Like l said, punk,

quit staring.

Relax.

Cocksucker keeps staring at me like he's
putting some kind of curse on me.

Warden wants to see you.
Come on.

l wonder what that's about.

Morales and Pancamo
killed Bian Yixue.

Do you have proof?

Well, then unfortunately there's

not much l can do.

We wanted to see you,
Gongjing,

so that you can
prepare the others.

To return home?

No, this is about
Jia Kenmin.

Jia Kenmin?
You have captured him?

Yes, he was already on trial
locally for drug charges.

Yesterday the jury
found him guilty.

He'll be tried again
in federal court for illegally

bringing you and the others
into the country.

But in the interim,
he's coming here.

To this prison?

Yes. And we're gonna keep him
completely segregated

until your people are gone.

Jia Kenmin, he is to
blame for the misery.

He arranged for the boat
that brought us from China.

Yes, and he'll be
punished accordingly.

l would like to meet him,
to see his face.

Gongjing...

Please, l will do him
no harm.

What harm could l do?

He is a killer.

l am not.

Prisoner number 01J81 3,

Jia Kenmin;

Convicted February 2nd, 2001 ;

possession and distribution
of a controlled substance.

Sentence:

15 years,
up for parole in five.

Wong Gongjing,

Jia Kenmin.

- How you doing?
- No physical contact.

Sit.

The officer's gonna remain in the room
for the entire five minutes

and can shut the conversation
down anytime before that.

Okay?

So?

l am told your parents
left China same as us,

escaped the horrors

to make a better life
for you.

So how can you treat
your own people like dirt?

l want to kill you...

but killing you will not bring
Yixue back to his wife and son.

The men in this prison
are not honorable.

Are you?

Are you, Jia Kenmin?

lf so, there is one thing you
could do to make up for the bad.

One thing l ask,
not only for myself,

but for the honor
of all who suffer.

Enrique Morales.

Will you do that?

Will you swear?

The State Department, under increasing
pressure from the Beijing government,

has decided not to grant asylum

to the 35 remaining
Chinese illegals

whose freighter crashed
off Jeb lsland Sound.

The refugees will be deported
to China tomorrow

where they face
an uncertain future.

Business news is next
with Marcia Levy.

Yo, look who's out of solitary.

l forgot Ketchum was in Oz.

Yeah, he got here
a couple months ago.

Calls himself Supreme Allah.

He's been on trial for killing
two other inmates.

Burr, heard you were
in circulation.

Get the fuck away from me,
Ketchum.

Yeah.

What was that about?

Augustus, you ever wonder
why the cops knew

where you was at the night
you got arrested?

Yeah, l figured they
had me under surveillance.

Surveillance my black ass.

Ketchum told them.

What?

They had him on an
old warrant.

They were squeezing
him hard.

He gave you up.

lf it wasn't for
Supreme Allah,

you wouldn't be
in that wheelchair.

You wouldn't be in Oz.

We don't like Burr Redding
any more than you.

You want him dead,
we want him dead.

Take care of this,
we'll cut you into the operation.

Done.

Only l need a little time,

get some of the other
brothers on my side.

But don't wait too long.

Redding's planning
his own move.

We have to snap his neck
before he snaps ours.

Damn, dude.

Being crippled must suck.

Nah, Supreme,

it's a pleasure cruise.

l know you know Burr Redding
from the same corner as me.

Hung with the man
all my life.

He took care of me and my family
when my daddy got killed in Nam.

Yeah, l know you
got much love for him.

Which is why you got to
let the man know...

spicks and wops
want him deceased.

You're so worried about him, why
don't you tell him yourself?

Nigger won't let
me get near him.

That surprises you?

Shit, yeah.

l ain't never done
nothing to backhand him.

- What about me?
- Speak clearly, dog.

You put me in here.

ln Oz, in the wheelchair.

Bullshit.

Burr found out that you was the one
that ratted me out to the cops.

Like l said, bullshit.

Bullshit.

- l'll show you bullshit, nigger.
- What the fuck?

Ah! Shit.

You fucking,
fucking crazy?

Takes a lot of balls
to beat a fellow in a wheelchair.

l didn't touch Hill.

Just like you didn't kill

those two other inmates,
Shemin and Browne.

l'm innocent of that.

There's others
who gotta pay for that crime.

l suppose
you're also innocent

of shooting Gray Daniels?

No.

That motherfucker
laughed at me.

He got what he deserved.

l'm telling you, Supreme Allah knows
we whacked Shemin and Browne

- and we pinned the murders on him.
- How could he?

l didn't tell him,
you didn't tell him.

Hey, maybe he figured it out.
Both of them were guys Beecher fucked.

So maybe he thinks
that you did it, but not me.

What, are you looking to hang me out
to dry there, O'Reily?

No. Look,
maybe l can go see Allah,

figure out what he really knows.
You can trust me, K-Boy.

l got no other choice.

Fuck!

l'm such an idiot.

Hey, Supreme, old pal.
This thing is crashing

every time l try to boot it up.
Can you take a look at it for me?

No.

No?

What do you got,
PMS or something?

You know, l sat in solitary
plenty of hours, O'Reily.

Had time to put
two and two together.

Shemin and Browne
plus Keller and O'Reily

equals me
almost on death row.

Hmm.

Well, you got it
wrong there, cuz.

Well, addition never was
my best subject.

l always favored
subtraction.

Let me see, Oz minus
Keller and O'Reily...

equals justice.

Why are you so anxious

to see the world rid
of Supreme Allah?

Well, l guess the
same reasons as you.

His grasp
exceeds his reach.

And you come to me?

l'm willing to give you
any assistance you may need.

Yeah, well, l need
no assistance,

because l don't
mean him any harm.

l wish the man
only the best.

That's right,
Thursday, 11 :00 AM sharp.

You hear me, Tug?
Be on time.

We're all set.

l'm telling you, we gotta
do something and fast.

You know, l just got
the funniest feeling

the old man is gonna
take care of everything.

Fuck!

Fuck!

This shank is a classic.

The bottom end
of a toothbrush

is carved down
to its sharpest point,

almost like an arrowhead.
But the best part is,

the weapon doesn't
have to be concealed.

lt can be placed
in the pocket,

bristles showing,
ready to be grabbed for action.

Look, l barely met
Tug Daniels.

He calls, he says
he needs to see me.

Man, how how was l
supposed to know

what he's got
going in his head?

Did you know Supreme Allah
was serving time

for shooting
Daniels' brother?

Yeah, man, l guess.

- Where'd he get the shank?
- He must've brought it in with him.

Look, don't be blaming me
for your lax security.

Maybe some time in the cage will help
you see things clearer.

The cage?
l didn't do shit.

l didn't do shit.

Timmy.

Father Mukada,
where you been?

On retreat.

Father Makaki says
that while l've been away

you stopped being
an altar boy at mass.

The Catholic Church
is Satan's whore.

What?

The Pope sucks
on the teat of the beast.

Rome is the Gomorrah
of the new world order.

- Where on earth did you hear that?
- The Reverend Cloutier.

At first when he started preaching,
l thought he was a real dipshit,

but a lot of what
he says makes sense.

- Like?
- That l should convert.

Cloutier says
if l do convert,

there's this Bible college
in West Virginia

where l can do
a correspondence course,

get my college degree
for free.

Timmy, if that's
what you want,

there are plenty
of other schools

to choose from
before you decide.

- l could help you...
- No, that's okay.

God be with you.

Hello, Reverend.

Please be seated.

Thank you, Officer.

Well, l wasn't here
when you arrived,

so l thought that now that l'm back
we should meet.

Excellent.

Although, Father,
l must say l was shocked to see

how the Protestant population
of Oz was being served.

l try to do the best
l can for everyone.

Yes, l'm sure you do.

And l'm glad that
you're here to help,

which reminds me that l had a discussion
with Timothy Kirk.

He says he wants
to go for a BA

Well, with the right education,
he could find the way.

Well, see,
that's exactly what l wanted

to discuss with you,
the right education.

l don't think that a Bible college
is best for him.

Where would you
prefer he study, with the Jesuits?

No, not necessarily,
but he's young, lost, confused.

l would hate for there
to be any undue pressure.

He was baptized
a Catholic,

went to eight years
of parochial education.

There were monks
in his high school.

You don't call that
undue pressure?

Look, l didn't ask you here
for a theological debate.

No, that's exactly
why you asked me here.

You're afraid
of losing Kirk to Christ.

He already has Christ.

That is not Christ.
That is showbiz on a stick.

Showbiz?

You, of all people,
You have turned faith into a cartoon.

Be careful, Father.
Anger, envy,

those are two
of the seven deadly sins.

This afternoon l will
be baptizing Timmy Kirk

as a true Christian.

You're welcome to attend.

?? Jesus loves
his little children ??

?? All the little children
of the world ??

?? Red and yellow,
black and white ??

?? They are precious
in his sight ??

?? Jesus loves
the little children ??

?? Of the world. ??

My first few days here
l was terrified,

sharing a cell
with Adebisi.

And you came to me,
all friendly.

l saved you
from that black bastard.

Vern, you know
the rules.

Let Tobias
finish his thought.

Right.

Go on.

The man that l was,
the man that l have become,

that's mine to carry.

But you've got to
accept your share of the responsibility

for everything
that's happened.

What are you doing
interrupting us?

Sorry, Sister.
Warden sent me to fetch Schillinger.

Says it's an emergency.

l got a call today from
the Massachusetts State Police.

A few days ago they discovered
the body of a young man

who'd evidently been dead
for several months,

a bullet to the back
of the head.

They checked
the dental records

and discovered
the identity of the victim.

Your son, Hank.

No.

No, Hank's in Florida.

Cops made a mistake.

That's possible,
but l doubt it.

lt's a mistake.
Cops made a fucking mistake.

Hank's not dead.
He can't be dead.

He's got
this cute little wife

and they're gonna
have a baby.

Hank is not dead!
You hear me? He's not dead!

Your kid was involved
in all kinds of shit--

drug deals and pimping--

so there's any number
of people who might want him dead.

This is
you consoling me?

This is me giving you
the hard, cold facts.

Your son was murdered,
now somebody's gotta pay,

- and l think that somebody is Beecher.
- Beecher?

You know how we kept
expecting him to retaliate

for Hank killing his son,
but nothing happened?

Well, that's 'cause he'd
already taken care of it.

We're in Oz. There's a shitload of guys
who could arrange that hit.

That fucking--

l'll kill his daughter.

l'll kill
his whole fucking family.

Do you see him?

No.

Vern, l just heard
about your son.

- l'm so sorry.
- Thank you, Reverend.

- Why don't we pray together?
- How does the quote go?

''There is a time
to be born, a time to die,

a time for every purpose
under Heaven''?

- Yes.
- Well, the time for praying is over.

No, Vern.
Jesus can comfort you.

Not today.

Leave the man alone,
okay, Rev?

You seen Beecher? Where's Beecher?
The shit is coming down fast.

He had a play date
with his daughter.

God damn it.
l got to get to him.

How the fuck
am l gonna get to him?

Hey, you.

- Me?
- Yeah.

- You Beecher's brother?
- Uh-huh.

l have a civilian down.

- Get him out of here!
- He's my brother. He's my brother.

Please, just get him
some help! Get him some help!

And then there's
the Don Juan.

You take the spring from
the frame underneath your bed,

uncoil it and then
sharpen the edge.

The wound itself is smaller
but goes much deeper.

Like Don Juan...

it penetrates.

Dad.

You've got to
take Holly away.

- She's in danger again?
- From the same man who killed Gary.

- Well, we'll tell the police.
- The police?

The police
can't help us now.

Take her away, keep her away.
Do you understand?

Yes, l understand,

but l'm not sure she will.

Talk to her, Toby.
Explain what's happening.

Thank you.

Holly,

it was so good
to see you today.

l know l told you that
you'd be coming back soon,

but Grandpa

is gonna take you
on a little trip for a while,

and when you get back,

you and l are going to be together
forever and ever.

Okay?

l love you.

Remember that.
Always.

You've gotta
kill Schillinger.

- No.
- What's the alternative?

- l let him kill me.
- What the hell does that mean?

lf l offer to die,
maybe that'll end all this.

Maybe he'll let
my family be.

And what are you gonna get out
of him, a written guarantee?

- What are my options?
- We pin Hank's murder on someone else.

Who? And then what?
Schillinger kills that person?

No, l've got enough death
on my conscience.

- l've gotta go.
- No, Beech, Jesus.

Come on. Just listen to me.
Let's just relax, all right?

Let's breathe, all right?
Think what you're doing.

- Think it through.
- l have.

My family
can't hide forever.

lf l don't handle this now,
Schillinger will destroy them.

That's what l'm talking about,
handling it.

Don't you understand that?
All we gotta do is kill Schillinger.

And then the Aryans
will still kill me.

And for all l know, Schillinger's unborn
grandchild will grow up,

find my grandchild,
and kill him. No.

- Chris, this is the only way to do it.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

- Chris, let me go.
- Wait, just wait. Wait.

Okay.

Tomorrow we'll continue with
the spiritual evaluation of Zedekiah.

Reverend.

Yes... Keller, right?

You know what
Vern Schillinger has planned

against Tobias Beecher,
don't you?

l'm afraid l do,

and l'm helpless
to stop him.

He thinks Beecher
ordered the hit on Hank.

Schillinger's wrong.
l ordered the hit.

You?

l willl confess my crime
to the authorities,

but l need you to tell
Schillinger the truth.

So you see that Keller
is the guilty one.

Tobias Beecher
is totally innocent.

Doing harm to him
or his family

would be
a tragic mistake.

l appreciate your coming
to see me, Reverend.

You believe
this bullshit?

Beecher killed Hank.

Beecher killed your son.

What's your best memory
of your son?

First time
he came up

unprompted
and hugged me

and said,
''Daddy, l love you.''

Beecher, l promise
not to hurt your daughter,

or anybody else
in your family.

See, l want to believe
that you are innocent of killing Hank.

l want to believe
because...

l need to believe
in something,

something besides hate.

This grandchild
that's coming

is my last chance,

my last hope.

l want this kid

to put his arms
around my neck

and say, ''l love you.''

'Cause,

see, l never
had that before.

l am sorry
about your son.

l'm sorry
about yours, too.

- Hello, Chris.
- Sister Pete.

You come to wish me
a bon voyage?

Sit down.

l-- l don't know
quite what's happened,

but l suspect as usual
that you know the whole truth.

Which l've told.

l think you lied.

Do you?

You lied
for a greater truth.

Some time ago
you and l had a conversation about God.

We don't choose God.

God chooses us.

l remember.

And you said that
you wanted God to choose you

but you thought
it was too late.

lt's never too late.

God finally did choose you,
Chris.

And he chose wisely.

You have a couple minutes.

Sorry l can't
hug you back.

Schillinger believed Cloutier.
Thinks l'm innocent.

- Even shook my hand.
- You see?

And l get a nice trip
to Massachusetts,

stand trial, serve life in Cedar
Junction far from Schillinger's reach.

There are Aryans
in Massachusetts.

Half-assed Aryans.

Besides, l think l've proven l'm pretty
nimble when it comes to staying alive.

Why are you doing this?

l would have thought
that was fairly obvious.

- Yeah.
- Besides, l love the irony.

l've gotten away with all of those
murders l actually committed

and here l am confessing
to the one l'm innocent of.

lt's time, gentlemen.

l'll see you.

When?

Back here.

Or in heaven.

Do you really think we're
gonna get into heaven?

Ah, you and me
together.

God doesn't have the balls
to keep us out.

The worst stab wound
is the one to the heart.

Sure, most people survive it, but
the heart is never quite the same.

there's always a scar, which is meant,
l guess, to remind you that

even for a little while someone made
your heart beat faster.

And that's a scar
you can live with proudly

all the days of your life.